I hate saying this, but *WHEW*. I've got a couple of friends who fly for the 109th Airlift Wing. They are the crazy farkers who fly the C-130s down there this time of year, and I'm relieved that it's a Twin Otter instead of C-130.

Hopefully, those in the crashed plane will figure out a way to stay warm enough to survive until a rescue, if they survived the crash.

At the Amundsen-Scott south pole research station, a skeleton crew winters over to maintain the place. When everyone leaves at the end of summer they kick it off by watching a double feature of The Shining and The Thing.

Is this a D2 reference or is this something slightly less obscure than that that I somehow don't know about? Because it doesn't really fit The Thing, but by god, this is literally the beginning of the plot in D2.

TheSelphie:Is this a D2 reference or is this something slightly less obscure than that that I somehow don't know about? Because it doesn't really fit The Thing, but by god, this is literally the beginning of the plot in D2.

snake_beater:TheSelphie: Is this a D2 reference or is this something slightly less obscure than that that I somehow don't know about? Because it doesn't really fit The Thing, but by god, this is literally the beginning of the plot in D2.

dittybopper:I hate saying this, but *WHEW*. I've got a couple of friends who fly for the 109th Airlift Wing. They are the crazy farkers who fly the C-130s down there this time of year, and I'm relieved that it's a Twin Otter instead of C-130.

Hi! Even for us information is slow coming. The weather's been crap, and Antarctic storms are pretty legen...wait for it...

We've gone out on Twin Otter resucues before. Even hauled their wreckage off the continent. I'm sure they'll be fine. Our LC pilots have had to camp out once in a while.

It was with great trepidation that opened the Commentary section on FARK.com. Being a man of reason and science, I had hoped that the bulwarks of logic and higher learning would shield my psyche from whatever might await.

I was wrong.

All light of civilized thought was overthrown in an onslaught of horrors unimaginable. Irrational Jpegs flitted in and out of vision, encircled with in-jokes and memes that remained stubbornly unfathomable to my perceptions. The intention of comments could not be trusted as grinning and leering faces laughed and japed at those caught in their subtle deceptions.

I managed to hit the 'Back' button, but I fear that I was too late to preserve my faculties of thought. When the lamp goes out, they will come.

It was with great trepidation that opened the Commentary section on FARK.com. Being a man of reason and science, I had hoped that the bulwarks of logic and higher learning would shield my psyche from whatever might await.

I was wrong.

All light of civilized thought was overthrown in an onslaught of horrors unimaginable. Irrational Jpegs flitted in and out of vision, encircled with in-jokes and memes that remained stubbornly unfathomable to my perceptions. The intention of comments could not be trusted as grinning and leering faces laughed and japed at those caught in their subtle deceptions.

I managed to hit the 'Back' button, but I fear that I was too late to preserve my faculties of thought. When the lamp goes out, they will come.

tomo12144:dittybopper: I hate saying this, but *WHEW*. I've got a couple of friends who fly for the 109th Airlift Wing. They are the crazy farkers who fly the C-130s down there this time of year, and I'm relieved that it's a Twin Otter instead of C-130.

Hi! Even for us information is slow coming. The weather's been crap, and Antarctic storms are pretty legen...wait for it...

We've gone out on Twin Otter resucues before. Even hauled their wreckage off the continent. I'm sure they'll be fine. Our LC pilots have had to camp out once in a while.

It was with great trepidation that opened the Commentary section on FARK.com. Being a man of reason and science, I had hoped that the bulwarks of logic and higher learning would shield my psyche from whatever might await.

I was wrong.

All light of civilized thought was overthrown in an onslaught of horrors unimaginable. Irrational Jpegs flitted in and out of vision, encircled with in-jokes and memes that remained stubbornly unfathomable to my perceptions. The intention of comments could not be trusted as grinning and leering faces laughed and japed at those caught in their subtle deceptions.

I managed to hit the 'Back' button, but I fear that I was too late to preserve my faculties of thought. When the lamp goes out, they will come.

TheSelphie:Is this a D2 reference or is this something slightly less obscure than that that I somehow don't know about? Because it doesn't really fit The Thing, but by god, this is literally the beginning of the plot in D2.

It's true you can only go north from the South Pole...in relation to the earth. On a map of Antarctica though you can go north, south, east and west like any other map. (A map wouldn't be very useful if every direction was north).

It was with great trepidation that opened the Commentary section on FARK.com. Being a man of reason and science, I had hoped that the bulwarks of logic and higher learning would shield my psyche from whatever might await.

I was wrong.

All light of civilized thought was overthrown in an onslaught of horrors unimaginable. Irrational Jpegs flitted in and out of vision, encircled with in-jokes and memes that remained stubbornly unfathomable to my perceptions. The intention of comments could not be trusted as grinning and leering faces laughed and japed at those caught in their subtle deceptions.

I managed to hit the 'Back' button, but I fear that I was too late to preserve my faculties of thought. When the lamp goes out, they will come.

I can hear them now.....

All that's missing is "THEY'RE COMING THROUGH THE DOOR NOW THE TENTACLES AGLAGLAGTHALUGHACK"

Seriously, who writes "AGLAGLAGTHALUGHACK" as the tentacles are dragging them away? I know at least one HPL story where this is how it actually ends.

Skyfrog:It's true you can only go north from the South Pole...in relation to the earth. On a map of Antarctica though you can go north, south, east and west like any other map. (A map wouldn't be very useful if every direction was north).

No Such Agency:ObscureNameHere:*lights oil lamp, grabs parchment and fountain pen*

Dearest Anabeth:

It was with great trepidation that opened the Commentary section on FARK.com. Being a man of reason and science, I had hoped that the bulwarks of logic and higher learning would shield my psyche from whatever might await.

I was wrong.

All light of civilized thought was overthrown in an onslaught of horrors unimaginable. Irrational Jpegs flitted in and out of vision, encircled with in-jokes and memes that remained stubbornly unfathomable to my perceptions. The intention of comments could not be trusted as grinning and leering faces laughed and japed at those caught in their subtle deceptions.

I managed to hit the 'Back' button, but I fear that I was too late to preserve my faculties of thought. When the lamp goes out, they will come.

I can hear them now.....

All that's missing is "THEY'RE COMING THROUGH THE DOOR NOW THE TENTACLES AGLAGLAGTHALUGHACK"

Seriously, who writes "AGLAGLAGTHALUGHACK" as the tentacles are dragging them away? I know at least one HPL story where this is how it actually ends.

well, if he was having a heart attack he wouldn't have taken the time to chisel arrrrghhh

Thanks for the kudos, all.Early 20th Century lit. is my favourite period and I quite enjoy trying to write in that style from time to time. There was a certain.. hmm. 'cadence' to the prose of the time that I find appealing and like shamelessly copying for my own amusement.

Skyfrog:It's true you can only go north from the South Pole...in relation to the earth. On a map of Antarctica though you can go north, south, east and west like any other map. (A map wouldn't be very useful if every direction was north).

It was with great trepidation that opened the Commentary section on FARK.com. Being a man of reason and science, I had hoped that the bulwarks of logic and higher learning would shield my psyche from whatever might await.

I was wrong.

All light of civilized thought was overthrown in an onslaught of horrors unimaginable. Irrational Jpegs flitted in and out of vision, encircled with in-jokes and memes that remained stubbornly unfathomable to my perceptions. The intention of comments could not be trusted as grinning and leering faces laughed and japed at those caught in their subtle deceptions.

I managed to hit the 'Back' button, but I fear that I was too late to preserve my faculties of thought. When the lamp goes out, they will come.

I can hear them now.....

All that's missing is "THEY'RE COMING THROUGH THE DOOR NOW THE TENTACLES AGLAGLAGTHALUGHACK"

Seriously, who writes "AGLAGLAGTHALUGHACK" as the tentacles are dragging them away? I know at least one HPL story where this is how it actually ends.

well, if he was having a heart attack he wouldn't have taken the time to chisel arrrrghhh